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Sometimes I sit down with my laptop, and I have no idea what it is that I am going to write, and then nothing happens. There is no inspiration, no spark, nothing happens, and I just sit here in my livingroom, looking out the window.

Then there are those super rare moments when I sit down and I know exactly what it is that I am going to do, and how I want to say it. Yeah, like I said, those are rare.

What most often happens is that I have to sit down and force myself to do something creative. The thing I want most in life, I have the hardest time making myself do. I would rather do anything else in life, than what I am doing right now, which is trying to figure out what to write. And even sometimes when I know what I want to write, I can’t commit to just sitting down and doing it.

But then again, when I choose not to write, or do anything creative for that matter, I feel like shit. Everything in me starts screaming at me that I am wasting time, I am losing another day, that the reason that I never amounted to anything is because I am so completely lazy.

So I sit in front of my computer, and nothing comes. Then I start looking out my window again.